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TW: abusive mother. Death of father.

It was the first day of summer break and I finally got to have a stress free summer. It's the first summer since my dad died. He has always been with me, and after he passed I was in pain for at least two years. And what makes it worse is that I don't have anyone to talk to. As a girl in middle school, I'm going through a lot of emotional situations and he used to help me get through these problems but now I have no one. My mom's never there for me, in fact I'm pretty sure she hates me. I also have two sisters but they're only 1 year apart while I'm the youngest. So they're like best-friends and they fight like siblings do, but it only lasts like 10 minutes. I hate it. They have each other and I have no one. I used to have my dad but even then I would almost never see him because of how poor we are and he needed to go to work. My mom used to be home more than my dad and I didn't think that's fair. All I do is sit in my room all day and I can't even do anything because now that my dad's gone, my mom thinks she can be in charge. She takes my phone when she's in a bad mood and my dad isn't here to tell her otherwise. Even when I'm not in trouble. Meanwhile my phone addicted sister can keep hers. Plus my mom hogs the TV so I have nothing to do. When I finish my chores and everything she tells me that it's not good enough. I hate it here. It's like a cage. But I'm only 13, I can't just run away that'll be a suicide mission. On the other hand, suicide is an option. I know my sisters care about me, and I know they'll be sad. And to be honest I don't know why. They aren't really my sisters. We have different dads. Really different dads. I want to hate my mom and siblings so bad, but I can't because they're "family". And on top of family, there's school. Imagine giving kids two tests and a project due in one week. We're in middle school, grades don't count here. Give us a break. I only have a couple of friends but a lot of people know me. Which is weird. I feel bad for the kid whose in every single one of my classes, I'm pretty quiet in some and chaotic in others. School's actually better than home, I just hate waking up so early. And now.. I'm in China. The limit of age to go out alone is 12 and I'm 13! This is amazing. I miss my dad, but I can't be depressed forever. One of my sisters is here with me while the other is with her favorite grandparents. I have a best-friend here, and she has the smartest baby sister ever. I missed my friend and her sister so I'm glad to be back. I'm out half the time in China so I don't have to be with my sister. I go out and come home at night and eat dinner. The food there is so good. It's not like the cheap chinese food you get in America. That's not even Chinese food. This food, carts on the streets, sweet boba, and the softest crepes. This is Chinese food. I haven't been here for two years, I missed this. My Chinese isn't great but I can still communicate. At the place where everyone gathers around to hang out I sing in english language and get so many compliments, it makes me feel pretty special. China isn't home, but I'm free here. I still have to find home. Hopefully I do soon. Three months of being a bird who finally sneaked out of it's cage. It's worth it. I just wish I could've kept the promise I made my dad. I told him before he dies I would bring him to China to give him a real taste of it. Throughout the day, I remember that and all my energy is gone. But I try not to think of it. I try to think about the food, singing and getting compliments, hanging out with friends, and a lot more freedom.